Cold City Series #3: A Gust Of Constellations
"She's my gust of constellations, my sublime serenity." - Kasper Gustave D. Reanzares
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On a brief night of lunacy, Constelaine decided to break free from her parent's pressures and follow no rules but...
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Dread ***
I watched him get out of the car, followed by two people from the driver's and passenger's seats. Despite his stern demeanor, I gave him a welcoming smile.
"Hi, you're a bit late, nauna pa ako sa'yo." Though, that was a good thing. It'll be awkward kapag si Kuya lang ang naabutan niya rito. Hindi pa naman sila nagkakilala in person.
He reached me and pulled me by the arm. Kahit marahan ang paghila niya ay naroon ang higpit ng kapit niya.
"Who was that?" he asked so critically that I frowned.
"Huh?" I was slightly distracted because of the Range Rover.
"Who is he?" he said again, more dangerous this time. Naguguluhan ako sa inaasal niya. He looks mad at something.
Tatanungin ko na sana kung ano ang pinagsasabi niya nang sabay-sabay na bumukas ang pinto ng Range Rover. Mula roon ay lumabas ang apat na lalaking pare-parehong naka black suit at shades. Their swagger looked so cool and professional.
"Who are they?" Kumawala ako sa kanya but he held me tight and pulled me back to him.
"Stop changing the topic. Sino iyon and why is he kissing you outside your house?" kwestiyon niya habang nagtatagis ang mga bagang.
Nahalinhinan ng inis ang ekspresyon ko at binawi ang braso sa kanya. "What the heck are you talking about ba?" We haven't seen each other for a while and then he'll show up feeling grumpy.
"I just told you I'm coming here and I'll be welcomed by you hugging and kissing some ass—" Tinakpan ko ang bibig niya bago niya pa iyon matapos.
"Huwag mo na ituloy kung ayaw mong barilin ka niyon sa ulo," I said, late realizing that he had already been shot in there before.
"So you're defending him?" He looked really upset right now. Nawala ang inis ko at gusto ko na lang matawa sa inaasal niya. "And I don't care if he'll try to plant a bullet in my head. I'll swung a karambit on his fingers before he can even pull the trigger."
The image of what he described formed in my head and my stomach churned uncomfortably. I shot him bullets with my killer gaze. Why did our conversation devolve into a morbid topic?
"What? You're upset now?" He taunted na parang hinahamon pa akong magsalita.
Getting exhausted from this meaningless discussion, I gave in and hugged him tenderly. Inunan ko ang mukha sa matigas niyang dibdib. "That man that you're jealous about is my brother, asshole," I murmured then turned to my apartment.
Hindi nagtagal ay nakasunod din siya sa akin. Nasa kitchen ako at naghahanda ng kakainin nang maramdaman ko ang pag yakap niya sa akin mula sa likuran. Ramdam ko sa hawak niya ang nais niyang iparating.
Hinaplos niya ang bewang ko at kinintalan ng halik sa batok.
"I'm sorry for that, baby. Don't tell him what I just said, okay? If he gets mad, I'll willingly let him drill that bullet in my brain."
